The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

kisses.

yall lucky if u gettin this 2018 update tbh
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thomas:

His arms encircle your waist, pulling you against his chiseled torso. Moving his left hand upwards to softly stroke your cheek, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath smelling faintly of Gally's freshly brewed coffee and sugary biscuits. He smiles glimmeringly, moonlight reflecting into his eyes as he stares longingly at you. You open your mouth to speak, yet no words escape and you find that Thomas has attached his lips to the base of your neck, snaking his way upwards, following the curve of your soft jawline. You tilt your head back to give him better access, and he smiles, soft words slipping past his lips.

"I love you princess."

You already know this, but hearing it makes your heart sing, and you practically crumble into his arms. The Glade has become quiet tonight, sounds of quiet crickets and the gentle breeze curl through the air, carrying with it fragrances of Gally's homemade pastries and late-night coffee brews. His presses his lips firmly against yours as you melt from his touch. Your heart warms with scents of coffee and Thomas' hands.

minho:

Minho's hands slip under your cami, resting firmly on your waist. His cold hands cause you to shiver under his touch, and he smirks as he watches you writhe from his calloused hands. He presses a light kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering longer than they should, before he pulls back, kneeling down to kiss your stomach, his hands making their way up the front of your body. As he kisses upwards, you instinctively thrust your pelvis forwards, ever s slightly. He notices this and halts his sweet kisses, before standing and pulling your body flush against his, your back against the wall of a small hut.

"Be patient."

Words tumble out of his lips, his low, growl of a voice humming like a sweet song through your head. You make a face, pursing your lips forwards in a pout. He kisses you as an apology, his hands finding their way down from your waist, cupping your butt in his palms. Your bodies intertwine like pieces of a puzzle, and wrap your arms behind his neck, pulling him towards you, lips parted as if you're struggling to breathe—Minho really knocks the breath out of you. His hands make their way back up to your waist, where his still cold hands rest against your bare skin. He kisses you again, yet now he lingers and does not pull away. His lips taste of mint, wisps of his fresh breath catching you off-guard. You expected him to smell of a day long run, one spent in the Maze, yet he smells of laundered clothes and cologne.

newt:

Around the boys, Newt holds your hand, your fingers intertwined, clasping your hands together. He blushes softly, turning away as a shy smile spreads across his face. His hair falls against his forehead as he does so. He brushes the hair out of his face, and your head finds its way snuggled between his shoulder and head, in the crook of his neck.

Alby soon concludes the meeting, and Gladers head off in all directions, some to catch a few late night meals, while others journey off to sleep beneath newly made covers, soft enough to knock you out the moment your body makes contact with its sleek fabric. You and Newt return to his small abode—there were so many Gladers that houses couldn't afford to be too big—but it was perfect for the two of you.

The night plays on, and soon you've straddled him, his hands resting on your waist as your lips meet. He mumbles something about how you're beautiful, ending his sentence with a short "I love you", before resuming to kiss you, more intensely than before. You feel a pressure, pressing against the lower part of you body, and Newt pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around your back as he presses his lips into the valley between your breasts.

"You see what you do to me, princess?"

His voice is a low rumble, differing from the soft, quiet tone he uses around others. Now, it's lustful and sinful, though he takes good care not to scare you. The night continues, filled with quiet, low growls and moans.

gally:

"I can't believe you'd do that."

Gally mumbles against your lips, pressing your back into the wall. His lips move against yours, firmly and fiercely. Your room fills with a warm atmosphere. Low groans bounce around the room, Gally's lips moving against your neck, peppering it with light bruises and hickies. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, his large hands moving and searching against your body, feeling the soft curves and dips of your figure.

"Can't have you going around doing that, can we? Someone's gonna have to do something about what you've done."

His hands snake their way down the front of your pants, his fingers dancing gracefully across your blossom. You shiver from the slightest pressure, and he smiles. He knows how he makes you feel, and attaching his lips to yours once more, his fingers push aside your cotton undies, dipping into your already dripping cherry.

"You like that princess? Are you close?"

You nod as a response, groaning into his kiss. He pulls his hand out, licking his fingers and kissing your cheek, lingering to whisper in your ear.

"Bad girls get punished. Goodnight princess."
Gally would be the most aggressive kisser ever

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updated - 12/08/18
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